Jesus, priceless treasure,

source of purest pleasure,

friend most sure and true:

long my heart was burning,

fainting much and yearning,

thirsting, Lord, for you.

Yours I am, O spotless Lamb,

so will I let nothing hide you,

seek no joy beside you.

[Sing to the Lord 497]

2. Let your arms enfold me:

those who try to wound me

cannot reach me here.

Though the earth be shaking,

ev’ry heart be quaking,

Jesus calms my fear.

Fires may flash and thunders crash;

yea, though sin and hell assail me,

Jesus will not fail me.

3. Hence, all worldly treasure!

Jesus is my pleasure,

Jesus is my choice.

Hence, all empty glory!

What to me your story

told with tempting voice?

Pain or loss or shame or cross

shall not from my Saviour move me,

since he chose to love me.

4. Banish thoughts of sadness,

for the Lord of gladness,

Jesus, enters in;

though the clouds may gather,

those who love the Saviour

still have peace within.

Though I bear much sorrow here,

still in you lies purest pleasure,

Jesus, priceless treasure!

Sing to the Lord 497

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Text: Johann Franck, 1653; tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1863, alt.

Tune: Johann Crüger, 1653